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“Sword is a familiar too, right?” Myles wondered out loud. “So if you took this thing and Sword and then combined them, would that make… I dunno, Blacklight Mewthree? “Oh, and that would be Red,” he continued, “since he’s the one who stuffed this guy in the dirt. Pics are for him.” Astrid’s...

Myles tapped the badge a few more times. “Lemme just zoom in and… there,” he said. “Got some good-looking snaps of that glowing chest.” “I’m good,” Astrid answered Nate, opting instead to observe Rocky. She was still unfamiliar with this… ‘familiar’ business, but the implications behind those...

“What do we do with this information?” Astrid hummed, partly to herself. “That could’ve been a projection of its thoughts, or it could’ve been… the future or the past or something, yeah. Clearly something to do with Diyem.” Time was running short; Rocky was onto them. Not really, but he sure...

In hindsight, it had been brief. Very brief. But, like many of the fights she’d been in, it felt much longer. Like many of those fights, her heart pounded and pounded. Astrid swallowed, facial expression morphing in slow motion from shock to intrigue to stoicism, not without a hint of worry in...

Astrid dared to get close. It had no overpowering aura or menacing stance to keep her at her distance, which unnerved her further. Running a paw along the skin of its foot, she mumbled a bunch of nothing to herself about what might be its deal. Maybe it was some kind of cyborg Mewtwo unable to...

They were already trodding over. Myles made an obscene gesture with his paw at the figure behind the glass (he couldn’t get hurt here, after all), while Astrid met Rocky’s gaze. “Yep. Just, um. We don’t know how stable he is, so you guy be ready to…” She paused; Shadow Isolation was certainly...

What Myles did in his spare time was hardly a concern for Astrid. They’d talked a fair bit after he’d saved her freaking life against Joule. She owed him as much, and supposed that this wasn’t her brother after all, and that the awkward sibling tension was mostly a figment of her imagination...